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Same fights and tragedies
Are staining the peace we're looking for.
We easily give up on our quest
But a child still wants to conquer it.

And he dreams.
Taken by a flying ship,
He explores the milky way and galaxies.

When lost, just direct your old compass.
When alone, roll out your yellowed map.
When tired, think of your hidden treasure.

His spyglass shows him dark valleys
Filled with lights.
Open sky packed with clouds
Attracted by a resting sun.

And he jumps within these ochre rings of smoke.
He gets capture by pirates' hot air balloon.

When lost, just direct your old compass.
When alone, roll out your yellowed map.
When tired, think of your hidden treasure.

"Welcome, child, to our fortunate nacelle
On its way to the cave of precious stones!
Fill your pocket by working for us!
No, you won't?
Well sailors, let's throw him overboard!"

And he flies...

When lost, just direct your old compass.
When alone, roll out your yellowed map.
When tired, think of your hidden treasure.

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